Chapter Thirty-Eight: Kill Without Mercy

  The sound of killing filled the air, and Wu Qing and these villagers heard it in their ears, were shocked in their hearts, each face turned pale, legs trembling, as if the sound of killing was ringing in their ears.

  "Ge ge! Ge ge!"

  A crisp sound of teeth clicking together rang out.

  "Wu Lang, don't panic. At times like these, the more you panic, the more chaotic it becomes, calm down!" Yang Xiuxiu whispered in Wu Ji's ear.

  Wu Ji had gone through life and death, although he was a man of two lifetimes, this was his first encounter with such an event. He couldn't help but feel afraid, yet he didn't panic. However, Yang Xiu Xiu, this little girl, kind-hearted farmer, simple country folk, actually had such courage, Wu Ji was very surprised. Taking a closer look at Yang Xiu Xiu, he saw that although her face was pale and she was terrified, she was trying to hold it in.

  It's rare for someone to remain unafraid in their first experience of such a thing. Yang Xiuxiu was frightened, but she managed to stay calm, which was quite good enough, and Wu Jie was full of praise.

  Wu Jian and Wu Xing were also like Yang Xiuxiu, although their faces were pale with fear, they were trying to remain calm. This performance was not in line with their age, Wu Ji thought that these two had good courage and adaptability, if they had the opportunity, they would definitely make a big show.

  "Ah!"

  Wu Ji took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, scanning the room to see that there were still many thunderbolt bombs and gunpowder, as well as other materials. He couldn't help but think: "Move them into the warehouse. I have to prepare a thick gift for the Liufeng thieves. If they dare to come, I'll make sure they take a plane ride!"

  "Brother Jī, are you taking a plane?" Wú Jiàn asked shamelessly in this situation.

  "This... isn't the time to talk about this, you'll know when the opportunity arises." With Wu Jie's order, Wu Qing and the others suppressed their shock and carried the thunderbolt shells and materials back into the warehouse.

  Wu Ji took the fuse, loaded the firing equipment, and locked the door. After his arrangement, if Liu Feng opened this door, he would definitely be blown to pieces.

  There are quite a few thunderbolt bombs in the warehouse, as well as gunpowder. Once it is detonated, it will be earth-shattering.

  "Go!" Wu Ji waved his hand and was about to rush forward when Yang Xiuxiu darted ahead of him, determined to protect Wu Ji.

  However, Wu Jian and Wu Xing moved faster, rushing to Yang Xiuxiu's head and blocking her behind them. Wu Ji led Wu Qing and the others, who were surrounded in the middle, towards the door.

  As soon as they left Wu's military camp, they saw that there were several fires in the city of Guisheng, with thick smoke billowing and casting a reddish glow over half the sky.

  "That's Zhao Yuanwai!"

  "There is Li Yuanba!"

  Zhang Daniu and his men had been in Guixin City for a long time and were very familiar with it. At a glance, they could see that the place where the fire started was one of the several large households in Guixin City.

  "Halt, where are you going?"

  Five men with ferocious faces, wearing nine-ring broadswords at their waists, rushed over quickly. Their eyes gleamed with a fierce light, as if hunters were sizing up their prey, and their gaze kept darting back and forth over Wu Ji and the others.

  "Whoosh!" The nine-ring knife was unsheathed, emitting a dazzling light in the sunlight. The rings on the blade spun rapidly, producing a crisp metallic clanging sound.

  Staring at the sharp blade, listening to the crashing sound, Wu Qing's legs went soft and his vision blurred. He had never experienced such danger in his life before, and he was about to fall to the ground.

  There are also Zhang Daniu, Qiao Dayuan, Duan Daweng, and Ding Zhuang from Wujiiazhuang who behave like him.

  Wu Xiaoniangzi was so frightened that she screamed non-stop, and Yang Xiuxiu hurriedly supported her. If it weren't for Yang Xiuxiu's timely intervention, Wu Xiaoniangzi would have definitely fallen to the ground in fright.

  "And there's also a woman! With quite some charm!"

  Five robbers discovered Wu Xiaonu and Yang Xiuxiu, their eyes went straight, shooting out an unusual glow.

  Wu Jian and Wu Xing stood in front of Wu Ji, although their bodies were shaking slightly, they were still calm. For a 14 or 15-year-old, this was not bad at all.

  "Crossbow, fire!" Wu Jisen's cold voice rang out, as if from the ninth circle of hell, devoid of any emotional tone, making one's heart feel chilled.

  "Whoosh!"

  Wu Jie, Yang Xiuxiu, Wu Jian and Wu Xing's crossbows fired, and four sharp whistling sounds pierced the air. The four bolts shot out like venomous snakes, straight at the four bandits.

  "You want to kill me? You're overestimating yourself!" The five robbers sneered, their mouths curling up in disdain.

  However, the next moment, their sneers froze on their faces, four crossbow arrows shot at their chests, and the four robbers looked incredulous, pointing at Wu Ji and others, with fresh blood oozing from their mouths, they fell backwards to the ground.

  "You have a big nerve, daring to oppose us, the Flowing Wind Fortress! You won't come to a good...” The remaining bandit didn't even get to say another word before he was shot full of arrows and turned into a hedgehog, never getting the chance to finish his sentence.

  Wu Qing and Wu Jia Zhuang's robust men aimed their crossbows at the bandit, the arrows on the bowstring disappeared.

  "I, I, I killed him! Killed him!" Wu Qing looked at the bandit who had fallen to the ground, blood flowing everywhere, his face pale, almost falling to the ground himself.

  Even if he was a bandit and deserved to die, however, taking a life was still a shocking thing for Wu Qing, this honest and simple farmer.

  Ding Zhuang from Wujiacun, Yang Xiuxiu, Wu Jian, and Wu Xing, which one of them is not like this? Their bodies tremble, their faces turn pale, they clench their lips tightly, measuring the five corpses, with an urge to urinate.

  The calmest was Wu Ji. This wasn't his first time killing someone, and seeing the bloodshed again, although still frightening, was much better than Yang Xiu Xiu and the others.

  "Go! Hurry up!" Wu Ji urged.

  "Uh-huh!" Yang Xiuxiu and the others responded with a grunt, took a step forward, but felt their legs as if they had been filled with lead, unusually heavy.

  Watching them struggle step by step, Wu Ji secretly congratulated himself on not leading them to rush the city gate. Otherwise, as soon as there were casualties, they would have no strength to escape at all.

  "Where are we going, Jiji?" Wu Jian was the first to wake up.

  "Qiyun Society!" Wu Ji was very clear that at present, in the city of Guixin, only the Qiyun Society had the power to use it. If they could get the help of good men from the Qiyun Society, Wu Ji and his companions would have a much greater chance of escaping.

  "Ugh! Ugh!"

  Yang Xiuxiu and the others walked while retching. The smell of blood was something they had never smelled before in their lives, and it made their stomachs churn with nausea that was hard to bear.

  After much difficulty, I finally arrived at the Qi Yun Pavilion. The Qi Yun Pavilion was on high alert, like it was facing a great enemy. Several strong guards stood at the gate, holding bows and arrows, their eyes scanning all around with extreme vigilance.

  "Halt! One step further, and don't blame me for not recognizing you with my bow and arrow!" A good fellow saw Wu Ji and the others approaching from afar, shouting loudly as he aimed his bow and arrow at the crowd: "What kind of people are you?"

  "It's me, Wang Erge!" Wu Jie recognized this good fellow, whose surname was Wang and whose given name meant "second elder brother", hence the nickname Wang Erge.

  "It's actually Lord Wu!" Wang Erge put down the bow and arrow in his hand as soon as he saw Wu Qian, and hurriedly came forward with a smile on his face: "Lord Wu has arrived, I don't know what brings you here?"

  "The situation in the city must be clear to you. I have come to see Qi Da Bao." Wu Jie got straight to the point.

  "We know some of it, but not quite clearly." Wang Ergou nodded slightly, his face showing a hint of embarrassment: "Officer Wu, you've come at an inopportune time, Qi is not here."

  "Isn't he here?" Wu Jie felt a sense of disappointment. The good men of the Qiyun Society were the only force that could be mobilized at present, and if Qi Dabao was here, everything would be easy to handle. But he wasn't here, what's to be done?

  "The bandits are too rampant, Wu Da Guanren, how can we deal with them now?" Wang Er Ge asked hastily.

  "How many of you are there?" Wu Ji did not answer, but instead asked a question in return.

  "Brother Qi had an affair and took away many brothers. Now, there are only thirteen people left in Guishen City." Wang Erge was shocked: "We don't know what to do, Lord Wu, do you have a plan?"

  "Not good! The Flying Wind Thief is here!" A heroic member of the Qi Yun Society loudly reminded before Wu Ji could respond.

  Wu Jie turned his head and saw a dozen or so bandits, grasping their nine-ring knives, coming with an air of menace. From afar, they shouted: "Listen up, good men of the Qi Yun Society! Our great leader respects you as good men, as long as you don't interfere with our affairs, we won't make things difficult for you! If you dare to ruin the good fortune of Liu Feng Village, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

  "Hmph! You're just a petty thief from the Liu Feng Gang, and you dare to be so arrogant!" Wang Erge sneered: "Even if you had ten or eight Liu Feng strongholds, you still wouldn't be a match for the heroes of our Qi Yun Society!"

  "Kill them all!" Wu Jie's eyebrows twisted, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, murderous intent rising.

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